Sector Primus, 2313 A.D.
Is the mist of chances yet too thick to see through or has life always been sour as another bad day welcomes this sergeant out of luck of a small unit of the urban brigades Could be worse. That could be him lying on the ground instead of the man he's waiting by for medical support with his other kind of insane subordinates. How could this new dawn filled with blood be of some sort of good omen... But always wondering the worst to come isn't a good spot : nor safer...
Sector Primus, 2313 A.D.
More than a week has passed since last troubled affair involving his men, but sergeant-major Hayden Scott is still there to tell the tale...
Something is coming, though. Something that could mean radical changes in his life (despite all his efforts to avoid any) and this sub-officer ain't ready for that!
The omen are ill and he knows it : but the only way he'd ever took was onward (slowly, painfully : but onward)...
“Once more unto the breach” then!